I don't understand karma...
I mean, if I understand it correctly, if you're nice, your life will be nice, right? I know that's really simplifying it, but still...doesn't seem to work for me.
New Year's was pretty okay. I mean, it wasn't partying downtown with Eric, but the usual movie marathon with the family was pretty fun. Mark was out partying with his new girlfriend, Jan, who we all met that afternoon. She was nice. Quiet. Just very nice. Which was a bit disappointing, but whatever. They can't all be like his last one (who we wanted to freaking adopt; she fit in so well to our nutty family, it was ridiculous). Anyway, we watched: "House of D," (very good, I highly recommend, with Robin Williams & David Duchovny & Erykah Badu), "Kingdom of Heaven," (okay. I still hate Orly) "The Interpreter," (awesome. Made me really wish I'd stuck with my original plan of speaking a billion languages and being an interpreter), and "Fantastic 4" (pretty much what I expected). The food was good.
Did Dick Clark make anyone else really sad? Especially when he was counting down & he was way off?
Then we had big New Year's Day dinner with my grandmother & Jan. It was good. Then comes the life-shitting-on-me part. I was driving home--stone cold sober, I'll have you know--around five, so of course it was pitch black. I was on this loooong road I always take, kind of in the countryish, & as this car approaches me, I notice, "Hey, something funny is going on with that car." Only until it was right near me did I realize that what was funny was that it had struck a large dog, which I only realized when said dog proceeded to drag itself by its front legs from under the car in the other lane, right under/in front of my car. I only saw it in the headlights for a split second; there was literally nothing I could do! It was freaking huge, too; I thought it was a deer 'til I hit it & realized the bump wasn't quite big enough. But it was at least a yellow lab or something. I think the other car broke its back or back legs, 'cause it was in a pretty bad way by the time I hit it. Being a new driver, I had no idea what the legal or just basic human-being protocol is when you hit a dog, so I watched the other car, but it just kept going, & there were cars behind me, & I was so shook up...I just kept going. After awhile I started to calm down & I was like, I really should have gotten out to look at the tags and called the owners. Even though I didn't hit it first! By this point I notice my heat's not working & I'm freezing. I consider stopping the car & restarting it, but then (thank God) I have a moment of clarity & decide to just make it home, first. Which was a good call, for once, 'cause the second I stopped in my driveway, the engine died & all the lights came on (battery, check engine, oil, etc.). The underside & front were fucked. I felt sick, too, 'cause there was all this fur...Anyway, called my father, who said not to call it in 'til he'd looked at it, but then I went out later & it started. So the next morning he called & said to run it in the driveway for fifteen minutes & if all was fine, to drive it there for him to look at. So it seemed fine, I went inside, did some work, watched Y&R & headed out about 1:40. I drove to CVU first, thinking it was a bit less than halfway & there would be heat and phones if worse came to worst. But it was closed, so I started out again. I got less than a mile before I realized the engine was overheating. I pulled over in a church parking lot for 10 minutes to let it cool down, then drove five more minutes. I drove the whole way doing that. I was on the side of the road for 10-15 minutes so many times...Luckily I was bringing back a book the Tumultys had lent me, which I started several times & couldn't get into. I cranked away about 125 pages of that thing by the end of my 2 hour drive. For 20 miles. I got to Essex around 3:30. It was horrible.
That was yesterday. My parents brought me back, & I just called to get the damn thing towed, but now it turns out the place the insurance guys gave me doesn't do Hyundais. Which is totally not the point. I have this sinking feeling that I'm going to die financially on this. All for some fucking dog. I get so mad, because there was nothing I could do, it's not even like it was bad driving on my part, & how could hitting a dog fuck up my car this bad?! But then I feel really crummy because I know somewhere there's a little girl going, "Mommy, where's Sparky?" There's no way that dog lived.
Still, I have literally NO money. I cannot afford this. And meanwhile, I'm dependent on co-workers for rides to & from work, which means I'm stuck here all day everyday, plus I can't go anywhere to buy food or anything. Which I was going to do since I finally got a bit into the red, for the first time in months, but now I don't think I could afford it anyway. Which SUCKS. My life sucks.
That's about all.
New Year's was pretty okay. I mean, it wasn't partying downtown with Eric, but the usual movie marathon with the family was pretty fun. Mark was out partying with his new girlfriend, Jan, who we all met that afternoon. She was nice. Quiet. Just very nice. Which was a bit disappointing, but whatever. They can't all be like his last one (who we wanted to freaking adopt; she fit in so well to our nutty family, it was ridiculous). Anyway, we watched: "House of D," (very good, I highly recommend, with Robin Williams & David Duchovny & Erykah Badu), "Kingdom of Heaven," (okay. I still hate Orly) "The Interpreter," (awesome. Made me really wish I'd stuck with my original plan of speaking a billion languages and being an interpreter), and "Fantastic 4" (pretty much what I expected). The food was good.
Did Dick Clark make anyone else really sad? Especially when he was counting down & he was way off?
Then we had big New Year's Day dinner with my grandmother & Jan. It was good. Then comes the life-shitting-on-me part. I was driving home--stone cold sober, I'll have you know--around five, so of course it was pitch black. I was on this loooong road I always take, kind of in the countryish, & as this car approaches me, I notice, "Hey, something funny is going on with that car." Only until it was right near me did I realize that what was funny was that it had struck a large dog, which I only realized when said dog proceeded to drag itself by its front legs from under the car in the other lane, right under/in front of my car. I only saw it in the headlights for a split second; there was literally nothing I could do! It was freaking huge, too; I thought it was a deer 'til I hit it & realized the bump wasn't quite big enough. But it was at least a yellow lab or something. I think the other car broke its back or back legs, 'cause it was in a pretty bad way by the time I hit it. Being a new driver, I had no idea what the legal or just basic human-being protocol is when you hit a dog, so I watched the other car, but it just kept going, & there were cars behind me, & I was so shook up...I just kept going. After awhile I started to calm down & I was like, I really should have gotten out to look at the tags and called the owners. Even though I didn't hit it first! By this point I notice my heat's not working & I'm freezing. I consider stopping the car & restarting it, but then (thank God) I have a moment of clarity & decide to just make it home, first. Which was a good call, for once, 'cause the second I stopped in my driveway, the engine died & all the lights came on (battery, check engine, oil, etc.). The underside & front were fucked. I felt sick, too, 'cause there was all this fur...Anyway, called my father, who said not to call it in 'til he'd looked at it, but then I went out later & it started. So the next morning he called & said to run it in the driveway for fifteen minutes & if all was fine, to drive it there for him to look at. So it seemed fine, I went inside, did some work, watched Y&R & headed out about 1:40. I drove to CVU first, thinking it was a bit less than halfway & there would be heat and phones if worse came to worst. But it was closed, so I started out again. I got less than a mile before I realized the engine was overheating. I pulled over in a church parking lot for 10 minutes to let it cool down, then drove five more minutes. I drove the whole way doing that. I was on the side of the road for 10-15 minutes so many times...Luckily I was bringing back a book the Tumultys had lent me, which I started several times & couldn't get into. I cranked away about 125 pages of that thing by the end of my 2 hour drive. For 20 miles. I got to Essex around 3:30. It was horrible.
That was yesterday. My parents brought me back, & I just called to get the damn thing towed, but now it turns out the place the insurance guys gave me doesn't do Hyundais. Which is totally not the point. I have this sinking feeling that I'm going to die financially on this. All for some fucking dog. I get so mad, because there was nothing I could do, it's not even like it was bad driving on my part, & how could hitting a dog fuck up my car this bad?! But then I feel really crummy because I know somewhere there's a little girl going, "Mommy, where's Sparky?" There's no way that dog lived.
Still, I have literally NO money. I cannot afford this. And meanwhile, I'm dependent on co-workers for rides to & from work, which means I'm stuck here all day everyday, plus I can't go anywhere to buy food or anything. Which I was going to do since I finally got a bit into the red, for the first time in months, but now I don't think I could afford it anyway. Which SUCKS. My life sucks.
That's about all.